Chapter 2

Turning on my phone, an insane amount of text messages had arrived while I was asleep.

Most of them were just my friends giggling and talking nonsense, but...

This was the problem.

My eyes naturally widened at the emergency alerts, which easily numbered more than five or six.

Alerts are originally sent out often for heavy snow or heatwaves.

But those trivial things usually just come once or twice; they don't pour out in bunches like this.

I don't know what's going on yet, but it means this is a pretty serious matter.

Even the contents were a sight to behold.

I roughly scanned the emergency alerts.

All sorts of bizarre contents filled my vision.

I couldn't even ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠guess what that was supposed to mean. I roughly skimmed through the emergency alerts until I finally confirmed the necessary information.

It's content that perfectly fits my situation.

First of all, I felt a wave of relief at the fact that this alert had come.

Because it was certain that I wasn't the only case where a body had changed. It was a strange ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠comfort, so to speak.

This emergency alert was extremely short compared to the other alerts.

However, its effect in sorting out the chaos was definite. Because it meant the state was acknowledging the mutation situation and stepping up to control it directly.

It's a very fast and decisive response.

That thought immediately crossed my mind, but I suddenly grew scared.

Why, well, if you watch movies and such, getting dragged away and dissected ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in this kind of situation is an everyday occurrence, isn't it?

Of course, my avenues for getting information are a long way off.

It's not like I have connections with high-ranking people.

In the end, all I can check is a bit of news and online communities.

I opened the portal site app with trembling hands.

The main screen, which would normally be plastered with entertainment articles and sports highlights, was completely covered in dark red breaking news banners.

Just looking at the article titles is suffocating.

The article titles look serious, but... honestly, I don't really know.

I opened the comment section.

...Ah, so that's what it meant.

But just what in the world is happening for these alerts to come out?

I continued to carefully read the comments.

...They happen from time to time, but.

Still, I get the feeling this isn't just some ordinary event.

Because if it was really just a blackout, they wouldn't have declared a Class Eul or whatever.

It's pure chaos.

Among them were guys who couldn't grasp the situation and were just making jokes, but most were in a state of panic.

It seems there's no more information to gain here.

I went straight to the online community.

Sure enough, it was overflowing with interesting posts.

From posts about becoming an orc, to goblins, and even beastmen that were close to furries.

The community was overflowing with verification posts from all sorts of mutants.

I felt a sense of relief that I hadn't taken on such a terrible appearance, but...

Someone who mutated into an angel, or someone whose gender got swapped.

However, even after browsing for a long time, I couldn't find anyone in a similar situation as me.

There were no angels, and no cases of gender swaps either.

There wasn't even anyone who transformed into something with a human-like appearance in the first place.

Because most mutants had transformed into beings that were conventionally considered monsters in society.

In fact, it seemed I was still the only one who had transformed into a positive being.

Becoming an angel might be a blessing in disguise. But why on earth did my gender swap?

Should I feel wronged about this or not?

Even though I turned into something normal compared to others, this is still equally terrible.

Of course, if other mutants saw me, I'd get cursed out for having privileged worries...

Then, one post caught my eye.

"......."

A chill ran down my spine.

I instinctively shrank my wings.

The wings moved just by me thinking about it.

As naturally as if they were my original arms and legs.

A question suddenly arose.

Most of the mutants I saw on the community felt a severe sense of foreignness regarding their newly sprouted organs.

But my wings are different. These cumbersome pigeon wings felt as if they were originally mine.

Around the time I was lost in thought, another popular post popped up on the community.

A post saying he safely visited the community center.

It even had written that his status was changed to public service.

The probability is quite high.

I even transformed into a woman. I might get completely exempted altogether.

Anyway, since my body has changed, it's a procedure I have to do at least once.

Since the country is going to make it simple, there's no reason to refuse anymore.

The schedule was set.

But before that...

I used to be on the taller side.

Right.

'Used to be' on the taller side.

Meaning, it's in the past tense.

My body, which had mutated into an angel, had changed in many ways.

First of all, my overall physique had gotten smaller.

If I was originally around 180cm, now I'm not even 150cm.

Meaning there's no way my existing clothes would fit properly.

However, perhaps because I don't have underwear, a certain area stings.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

It really couldn't be helped, so I prepared a stopgap measure using band-aids.

...Yeah, with band-aids.

It's seriously fucked up. The desire to just kill myself right away is creeping up.

Hah, right. If an angel commits suicide, do they go to heaven or hell?

My mental state was so shattered that such useless thoughts crossed my mind.

But that doesn't mean everything is finished.

First, fortunately, the underwear was manageable somehow.

Of course, my legs got shorter and my waist shrank, but...

Thanks to the existence of my protruding pelvis, my boxer briefs barely fit me perfectly.

Even though my body had become petite overall, this area at least was on par with an adult. Fuck.

However, the problem was the bottoms...

Unfortunately, I don't have pants that fit me. Whatever I wear just slides right down, so no matter how I try to secure it, it's meaningless.

I had no choice but to deeply agonize over my dignity.

I can't wear pants. But since the top comes down long, it barely covers up to 1/3 of my thighs.

It can't be helped. Since this is my best right now.

In that state, I stood in front of the full-body mirror.

An appearance wearing a t-shirt clearly much larger than one's physique. Occasionally, the outline of the band-aids shows through.

On top of that, not wearing any bottoms at all, my boxer briefs can be seen through my slightly exposed thighs.

But why is it?

Just hearing the description makes it sound erotic. Even though it's an outfit that's bound to make you think that...

Should I say it's the aura the face possesses, or thanks to the subtle glow radiating from the halo?

Added to that were the pure white wings, so no lustful thoughts arose; only awe toward its beauty remained.

I clutched my head.

Now all that's left is to go out... not exactly.

No matter what, I didn't plan on just going out dressed like this.

Of course I have to wear outerwear.

I took out a long puffer coat from the closet and tried to put it on.

However, there was one obstacle.

This damn monstrosity is a hindrance even when putting on a long puffer coat.

...It can't be helped.

It's something I bought with a lot of money, but I have no choice but to cut wing holes in this like the t-shirt too.